From the recording The Fuzzy Dice Man Cometh
Based upon a song I had written using golf as a metaphor for hope and eventual triumph. Picture a fairway with a green flag in the distance; on it the number 1 flapping in the breeze. Experience the excitement, the exhilaration, that rush of adrenaline accompanying the heraldic victory of spotting your ball wedged between the side of the cup and the flag pole. I suck at golf, but I’m not bad at “putt-putt” (miniature golf). Even there, watching your ball bounce off the shallow brick wall bordering the green, ricocheting off a rock positioned in the middle of the path, and down across the lie from hell into the cup is pretty cool.
Washboards are used to introduce the basic rhythm sequence at the beginning. Washboards were employed because they suggested a hand scrub cleaning and I understand that golfers scrub their balls before teeing off.